Page 25 of Extra Tight

“Hush.” Nash’s hand covers my mouth again before his lips come to my ear. “Be quiet and take it. It’s your fault you’ve turned me into this.” Nash starts hammering into me harder, making the door groan from the weight of it.

It’s too much, and I can’t hold back any longer. My orgasm explodes through my body, and Nash grunts my name. My body locks around his cock, and he buries his face in my neck.

“There it is. Take it.” He thrusts harder, getting it as deep as he can. “You're sucking me right up.”

He's not wrong. I bear down on his cock while thinking about him getting me pregnant. What would others say? Would our parents lose their minds? Do I care?

Not in this moment. Nash has a way of getting all rational thought out of my head. All I can see and hear is him, and I think that’s his goal.

"Fuck, how do you always feel so good? I can't get enough." Nash kisses my neck, letting his hand drop away from my mouth. Slowly he lets his cock slip free, and I notice he’s still hard.

“How are you still, ah...” I lick my lips as my feet touch the ground. Don’t cocks go down? His doesn’t seem to.

“Hard?” Nash smirks as he puts his cock away. I try to push my skirt back down, but Nash brushes my hands away, leaning down to inspect me first. He tugs my panties back into place before kissing me over them. ”I told you. This is what you’ve done to me.”

“I did this to you?” I snort a laugh.

“We’re leaving. I’m not done with you yet.” His hand wraps around my wrist, leading me back out into the hallway. A few students glance toward us, their eyes wide. I have to fight not to fix my hair because that will only make it worse.

"They're going to think?—"

"There is no thinking. They know exactly what you let me do to you."

"Nash!" I hiss. He simply shrugs, not giving a shit.

"They should know you're mine. It's better for everyone." His hold on my wrist tightens, and he doesn’t release me until he’s helping me into the car.

He jogs around the car, and I shake my head. He really has lost it. His hand comes down on my bare thigh the second he’s back inside the vehicle.

“I’m not going to run.”

“You could try.” He’s dead serious as he takes off out of the school parking lot.

“Nash—” I hesitate, not sure where to start here. “Have you been tracking me?”

“Yes.”

“Watching me?”

“Always.”

His responses are so quick. “And you’re really trying to get me pregnant?”

“Of course.” Nash looks at me like I’m ridiculous for asking.

“All of this has been real.” I shake my head, my mind still trying to catch up.

“I’m not sure what ever gave you the impression it wasn't.”

“Because you don’t even like me!”

“Like?” He scoffs. “I like a good steak or whiskey. I need you.” He makes another turn and pulls onto our street.

“This is insane,” I mutter more to myself, but still Nash answers it.

“You’ve made me insane.” He is not backing down. Do I want him to?

“So that gives you the right to hack into my phone and track everything I do?” There was no shame in the pictures he’d snuck of me.

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